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There is something so intriguing to me when combining feederism with a generally helpless situation. There are so many different ways such a situation could be abused for feederism purposes, forcing you to gain tons of pure fat. Just to throw in some examples:

You're in financial trouble? Well, what about some rich and evil feeder who'll pay you $500 per pound gained. The only catch: you'll have to gain at least 100 pounds or you'll be obliged to pay $50,000 in damages.

Got some bad grades? Well, maybe the teacher/professor will make an exception if you put on a few pounds. Wanna pass the course? Gain another 5 pounds. Oh, you want to stop gaining? Well, you don't wanna fail the semester, do you?

Aww, you've got a crush on me? Well, you're way too skinny for my taste. I'll go on a date with you after you've gained 10 pounds.

Just got kidnapped. What better way to keep you here than to fatten you up so much until you're too fat to walk any slightly longer distances? You'll stay tied up until your fat pins you down.

Your BMI is lower than 40? Well, you're legally obligated to have a BMI of at least 40. Get fat or be fined! Maybe go to a fat camp for some rapid gain?

Can't pay your rent? You can stay here for free but only if you get fat. Don't worry, your food will be paid for as well, but I decide how much you'll eat.

I bought you at the slave auction so I own you. And I like my slaves fat, so you'll be force fed for a year until you're somewhere near a size of my liking.

If your mind is really messed up and you're so deep down the feederism hole, you might even like ideas such as being sentenced to death by obesity, where you're being fattened into an early grave.

Anyways, hopefully some of these ideas make you horny and hungry. I'll consider making audios about these ideas so feel free to comment with concepts you like. Also, I'm curious to hear about any concepts you might come up with! :)

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Your new life TW/immobility

wouldn't it be nice to not care anymore? instead of worrying about staying lean and healthy you could just have someone feed you to every moment of the day? 100 pounds heavier and covered in grease, so fat that you can beardly get out of bed. so heavy that a walk to the bathroom leaves you breathless and exhausted, clothes fitting tightly. but you wouldn't want it any other way, you love the feeling of your soft and heavy body and so does your partner, so go ahead eat until you can no longer move, committed to a life of gluttony and imobility.

I know you want this life too, so why don't you start eating fatty~

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Hit af~ I wish I had this happen to me, but without an ending as they feeder keeps making me bigger and bigger without a goal in sight~

A Gallon at a Time [Commission]

This story was commissioned by collegefatty10

Kelly swaggered out of a house party, still coasting on the buzz of alcohol and the high of graduating college. It was an intoxicating feeling that he savored as he called for an uber on his phone.

The six-foot-tall athlete graduated as the star of his college’s football team. Kelly also spent his college years putting his athletic body to good use on the field and in bed. Using the muscle and stamina he built up over the years of playing football, Kelly made a name for himself with all the ladies on campus. He did not just stop with the ladies, nor just his college stomping grounds.

With Kelly’s newfound freedom at college, he was able to explore all aspects of his sex life, including the more risque parts. Without fear of having the internet being monitored by his parents, Kelly discovered the world of kink and became fascinated by the world of weight gain and feeding.

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Death feedee checklist

Here's everything a good feedee looking to stuff themselves to death should be looking forward to 😈

If you don't need at least one of these, EAT !! and EAT !!! and keep EATING SOME MORE !!!!!! until you need at least one of them

Then, stuff yourself some more until you have them all, that's when we'll know you've been a good greedy pig 🐷

Those are only the few things you're gonna need on your journey, please feel free to add more 😉

And don't forget, if you're lardass is not on oxygen and you can still move, keep those lardshakes by your side and KEEP GETTING FATTER !!!

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Get in piggy your new immobile life starts now, you were never meant to leave your bed and now you don't have to ... ever, your going to get so fucking fat

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As hot as always~~

Was gone for a bit i know sorry…

anyways still been eating like a hog😩

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Reblog if you want something feederism related in your ask box

Always!!!!

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Why not both~

Would you rather...

Be stuffed until you simply ✨pop✨

Or...

Be funnel fed slowly until you're over 2000 lbs?

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How to become massive

This will be a quick overview over how to become massive. This will be a rather scientific approach on how to increase white adipose tissue growth (i.e., fat gain), slow down metabolism and decrease muscle gain.

The 10 commandments:

1. Have a high-carb and low-protein breakfast. This will keep you hungry during the day.

2. Don't have breakfast within the first hour after waking, so your body will be more likely to store energy in the form of fat.

3. Try to build the majority of your diet on carbs. Carbs are highly likely to turn into fat, while proteins and fats are less likely. This is because they trigger a different hormonal response

4. Don't consume too much garlic, caffeine, green tea and spinach, since they contain nutrients that will increase fat burn

5. Fruits are fine, they can actually help you gain weight because of insoline spikes

6. Rest 15-30 minutes before eating. This is so your muscle cells close and don't absorb/burn much of the energy

7. Don't shower or bathe cold, don't swim regularly and put on warm clothes during winter. Cold exposure not only burns a lot of calories, your body will actually form brown fat tissue, which is a kind of fat designed to burn fat for warmth

8. Dig into dairy products and white grains (e.g., wheat-products) for an increase in fat gain

9. Have 2-3 high-calorie meals during the day and add snacks in-between as you wish.

10. Sweetness is your friend, no matter if sugar or artificial sweeteners

Following these 10 commandments will make it almost impossible to not gain weight. Combine this with a lot of stuffing and a high caloric excess (e.g., eating 5000+ calories per day) and you will presumably be putting on several pounds per week.

Reblog to help fattening up feedees! Thank you <3

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A Bite Sized Snack

A gift for Dekko the Wolf There was the sound of jingling as the key turned in its slot, unlocking the door. The door swung open as a brown spotted African wild dog, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and khakis, named Pilot was greeted to his apartment. In the privacy of his inner sanctum, Pilot closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh and he kicked off his work shoes, letting the door close behind him. 

Today was an extremely long day at work. Not only did his Pilot's Supervisor ask him to stay late to cover for someone else, but it was made longer by the fact that he had been looking forward to a special treat ever since he prepped it earlier today. 

As Pilot walked past the front hallway, the wild dog’s hands were already reaching toward his neck to undo the topmost button. His hands repeated the process for everyone underneath it until the shirts fell from his back, exposing a simple tank top underneath. After that he unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants, stepping out of his khakis to reveal a bright yellow pair of undies. Too spent to even think about putting his clothes away or even bothering to put any effort into kicking the shirt and pants off to the side of the hallway, instead he just let them fall wherever he continued. 

Pilot was far too groggy to enjoy his special treat, he needed to remedy that to get in the right headspace to best enjoy what he had been looking forward to. The tired pup brought himself towards his kitchen and retrieved a bag of chips from the pantry and a few bottles of diet root beer from the fridge. As Pilot navigated around the kitchen, he made a special effort to give a wide berth around the kitchen island. Careful not to disturb the big stoneware pot that was resting by itself on top of it. 

He wanted to make sure everything was perfect and he was not ready for it yet.

Once he got everything, Pilot headed back to the living room and crashed down onto his favorite easy chair.  The wild dog then fished for the remote, flicked on the TV, and tuned in to his favorite car show.

Once the show began playing, Pilot kicked his paws up and wiggled them in the air as he grabbed a handful of chips, and finally started to decompress as the car show’s host ran through the specs of the car of the week. After an episode or two, a loud growl emerged from Pilot's stomach that was almost on par with the roar from the sports car on the TV.

At that interruption, the wild dog glanced over at the clock, ‘yeah it totally ready by now’ he thought to himself.

Pilot then pressed the button on the remote to pause the show as he swung his paws over and pulled himself out of the easy chair and made his way back to the kitchen while licking his lips.  

As he reentered the kitchen, the wild dog’s eyes were now locked on the black stoneware pot that has been resting on the kitchen island counter since Pilot prepared it before he went off to work. Pilot slowly approached then grabbed the lid handle on top and slowly pulled it to the side to look over and peer inside.

Sitting in a small pool of broth and spices was a small wolf, completely naked with his hands and legs hogtied behind his back with seaweed wrap. Even though his fur was soaked by the broth, it still shone off the electric blue fur and lime green mohawk and highlights.

The wolf was no bigger than a proper cheeseburger.

Finally being revealed in the kitchen light of the kitchen, Dekko the wolf looked up at the African Wild dog towering above him as his eyes rapidly blinked to best adjust to the change in lighting. 

Pilot just grinned down at his special treat. While never letting his yellow eyes leave the tied-up Dekko, the wild dog set the heavy pot lid off to the side as he brought his hands back over to gingerly lift Dekko from the shallow puddle of broth. It did not matter the steps and hassle it took for Pilot to get to this point, all that mattered was that he had a bite-sized Dekko wolf right between his hands and he was hungry. 

Once in his hands, Pilot loudly licked his lip, making sure to show off his row of sharp canine teeth in the process. After enough mocking, the wild dog lifted the wolf up over his head, tilted his head back, and slowly started to open his mouth.

Dekko squirmed against his tightly bound seaweed restraints and the wild dog’s hands as he was lifted into the air followed by being tilted downwards. As that happened the wolf’s eyes, as if pulled down by gravity, witnessed the sight below him.

Pilot’s maw was now fully open and the lights illuminated not only every sharp tooth but the soft pink tissue surrounding it as well as the cavernous void in the far back of the mouth.

As if further inviting Dekko, the African wild dog rolled out his long canine tongue, like a red carpet for his prey as he let out a near cartoonish, ‘Ahhh~”

The sound filled Dekko’s ears as he involuntarily winced from the gust of hot air. As he was lowered down, Dekko forced his eyes back open. His vision was completely obscured by the inside of Pilot’s mouth and there he noticed all of the minute muscle movements of the African wild dog’s mouth as it prepared to accept its next meal.

A half second later, Dekko was placed inside the Pilot’s mouth, right in the middle of the wet slimy tongue.

Once inside, Pilot’s mouth closed, fully engulfing Deeko in the wet darkness. The wolf felt the slimy tongue begin to roll the bounded wolf from side to side as the muscles all around contracted and pressed down from all over. Dekko felt the broth skill clinging to his body begin to be slurped off of him as he was recklessly rolled around the mouth. 

In the chaos of the maw, the thin seaweed binding snapped apart freeing Dekko’s limbs from behind his back. Dekko had only a moment to enjoy his newfound freedom before the tongue and mouth used their combined might to pin the wolf’s arms to his side and keep his legs straight. With everything going on, Dekko barely avoided bashing into the wall of sharp teeth as he ended up being flipped over and over again.

Dekko then felt the writhing tongue beneath him make a rhythmic flex as the front of the tongue rose to the roof of the mouth as it flattened out to form a pink living barrier that naturally pushed everything to the back of the mouth. From Dekko’s position, his neck followed the curve of the tongue and his head ended up craning down so that he was faced with the pitch black pit at the back of the mouth that comprised Pilot’s throat.

Dekko did not have time to comprehend the absolute void before the tongue followed through the second half of its motion as Dekko was pushed down with a loud, “Gulp”.

The wet soft walls of Pilot’s throat performed a perfect coordination of sequence around Dekko as he was pushed down. The sensation was fast and fluid as Dekko was in a controlled free fall until halfway down. The drop then stopped as fast as it started as Dekko became stuck.

At a near nightly degree angle and pressed in from all sides by Pilot's throat, Dekko felt the African Wild Dog let out a staggered and sudden cough that reverberated around Dekko.

From the lack of pressure that he felt at his ankles, it seemed that his feet were still sticking out from the back of Pilot’s mouth while the rest of him was down his throat. With that and his estimates of Pilot’s size, Dekko deduced that he was caught right in the middle of the wild dog’s throat. 

With the opportunity presenting itself, Dekko used his limited ankle freedom to playfully kick his paws back and forth inside Pilot’s mouth.

That taunt seemed to register with Pilot because as soon as that happened, Dekko felt the wild dog force another gulp through to fully unlodge the morsel from his throat. And just like that Dekko was jetted down the rest of the predator’s throat. The compressed tunnel ride continued until it suddenly opened up as Dekko was deposited into a soft, fleshly cavern. Right into the belly of the beast. 

The first thing that welcomed Dekko was the hot, humid, air right before he landed face first on the bottom of the near empty stomach. Dekko imminently recognized the free space that was now available to him. It was by no means spacious but it had heads and shoulders more roomy than the throat.

Sputtering and trying to get his barring in the new environment, Dekko twisted his body and pressed his hands and paws against the stomach until he was able to right himself. As Dekko pressed himself against the elastic internal stomach lining he could not help but imagine himself orienting himself inside of a damp sleeping bag. As Dekko reposited himself, he could also feel himself pressing against the thick layers of muscle, fat, and skin of Pilot’s body. In Dekko’s mind’s eye, he could practically see the distinct imprint of his hands and paw pressing out of Pilot’s torso. With a bit of effort and contortion, Dekko was able to get himself comfortable as he brought his knees to his chest to make a fetal position.

Dekko’s motions did not go unnoticed as the wolf felt Pilot laugh and squirm as he was tickled. Once Dekko got into the best position, the wolf felt Pilot’s hand press down from the outside and deliver the wolf a couple of condescending pats followed by a self-indulgent tummy rub.

Once Pilot was done playing with his food, Dekko felt the stomach begin to lurch side to side. It started with a staggered step to the right forward that led to the African Wild Dog to pause, so he could rebalance himself before it resumed with a more controlled left step.

Dekko stayed huddled inside the confines of the stomach as he felt Pilot continue his labored steps out of the kitchen. The walk started rocky but the wild dog was soon able to find his new stride. The walk ended with a sharp quarter turn step followed by an immediate quarter turn back. There was a hair of a second of dramatic pause that could only be done for anticipation before Dekko experienced a free fall backward which concluded with a sudden crash against Pilot’s back. The landing sent shockwaves into Pilot’s stomach, jostling Dekko back and forth.

Pilot laughed at the internal commotion he caused.

Once readjusted again,  Dekko noticed that the stomach had changed. The bottom of the stomach lining was now flatter and more firm,  as if something from underneath was pushing up into it. After a bit of thought, he realized that it was at the right proportions of a body sitting on an easy chair. The blue and green wolf felt Pilot give his no doubt extended stomach another mocking belly rub that he felt through the soles of his paws.

Pilot then pulled his hands back and there was a moment of stillness where Dekko could just barely identify that there were some minor movements overhead followed by the faintest of hissing sounds.

Dekko then heard the familiar sound of Pilot’s body gulping just before a series of splashes crashed upon his head. Sputtering from the sudden assault, Dekko’s nose was filled with the scent of rootbeer. His ears picked up the fizzing sound of the soda as it ran down him and pooled at the pit of his stomach as the waterfall continued to cascade overhead. The soda continued to be pushed down for a bit more until the gulping paused for a half minute before the process repeated itself. 

Finally, after what must be two full bottles of soda came a final gulp. Dekko, now thoroughly soaked once more, heard Pilot let out a satisfied sigh followed by the distinct sound of a plastic bottle being crushed and tossed to the side.

With the sudden soda shower concluded Dekko cautiously wiped his eyes clear and opened them to reexamine his surroundings. It was still dark, and now he was partially submerged in a puddle of fizzing soda. But that was not the only thing that changed.

It was practically impossible to identify at first, because of the flowing soda but in the stillness, the wolf noticed the small subtle change in the area. As the soda continued fizzing all around him Dekko felt the atmosphere begin to become more cramped as the pressure within the stomachs began to increase. 

Dekko felt the stomach lining begin to slowly expand outwards to accommodate the change but even Pilot’s stomach had its limits. Once that was reached, Dekko was stuck inside the fleshy sack with the ever-growing pressure.

The invisible force was all around him, pressing him into the dark. The air itself was getting cramped and it almost felt like Dekko’s ears were about to pop.

At the absolute height of that pressure, the little wolf was subjected to a rumbling in the stomach right before he felt Pilot take a sharp inhale.

The pressure from within suddenly dropped as the excess air rushed up through the opening on the top of Pilot’s stomach. The guest of air barrelled through the throat and vibrated the vocal cords which led to…

“BuurrRRP!”

The belch carried on longer than it had any right to be.

After that, the stomach’s atmosphere normalized to where it was before as Dekko felt the soft stomach lining deflate against his paws.

From the outside, Pilot finished the burp with a wicked grin, followed by an aggressive pat on his belly before he reached for the remote. With a press of the button, he resumed his show and he settled down as he relished his meal for the rest of the night.  ***

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Maroon • The ever-drying blood that seeps from your wounds.

Deep Purple • The slow rot and decomposition of your flesh.

Ash • The never-ending solitude of your demise.

For my lovely, dreadfully broken collection. Use as you like. Be proud and flaunt your ownership. Let others here know who you belong to.

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Papa Bear needs a kidnapped rape toy to desecrate and abuse.

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Every single cell and molecule that forms your body must belong to me. Every inch of your being will become my property. Your brain transfixed on my entire existence. I am the reason why you breathe. The only reason why you live is to please me. Be loyal to me. Live only for me. Bleed for me. Kill for me. Abuse yourself for me. Have yourself ready to be groped and assaulted whenever I please.

Everything about you will become mine.

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"A few more pounds won't hurt me."

A few more pounds and your pants won't button.

A few more and they'll start to worry.

A few more pounds and your belly will hang out from your shirt

A few more pounds and 3XLs will start feeling a little tight.

A few more pounds and it'll be a chore just to get up off of the couch.

A few more pounds and someone will be forced to push you around in a wheelchair.

A few more pounds and you won't fit through the door.

I know you too well. You can't help yourself. Every time you pass a milestone, you want to keep pushing yourself further. Will you really keep growing for me until it's too late? What a loyal piggy you are.

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If you have a thigh gap, take another bite.

If your tummy is flat, take another bite

If you have to wear a belt, take another bite.

If the seam of your pants are loose enough to pull from your body, take another bite.

If your belly isn't hanging over your pants, take another bite.

If you can still zip your pants, take another bite.

If you can still button your pants, take another bite.

If your love handles aren't flowing over, take another bite.

If your pants aren't tearing at the seams, take another bite.

If you can pull them up past your butt, take another bite.

If they make it past your thighs, take another bite.

If attempting to put on your pants isn't a struggle because of your weight, take another bite.

If you don't get tired walking to the closet to try on clothes, take another bite.

If you don't struggle to pull yourself up on your feet, take another bite.

If you can get out of bed, take another bite.

If your arms aren't too fat to lift food to eat, take another bite.

If your belly isn't touching your feet, take another bite.

If you're worried you've gone too far, take another bite

If you can think about anything other than food, take another bite

If you can still breathe, take another bite

-and another-

-and another-

-and another...

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I wanna be used like an unfeeling object by you. Let you get off to hurting me, pissing on me. Whatever you want.

You are an object. An appliance for pleasing cock. I’ll keep you in nothing but a latex hood, mouth ring gagged open, dehumanized completely as I take everything I want from you. Palming the back of that hood as I fuck your head full of cum. Casually carrying on a separate conversation with my guests while you sloppily gag and choke, the world going fuzzy as you struggle for air.

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts or how humiliated you feel by the end. You’re just fuckmeat, eyes rolling back as I stroke my cock with your ruined holes. Pumped full and tossed aside like a used condom. Waiting for the inevitable blast of hot piss cascading down your limp, helpless body.

A living doll.